Well, here we are then.
2020.
What a bastard.
Like a lot of people, I’ll take the numerically convenient transition point of it being the last day of 2020 to take stock of the year just gone, and look forward to the year to come.
Thankfully, you have all just lived 2020, so you have in fact just made it through all of the predictions I made last year and will be happy to know that, with almost spooky accuracy, I did get everything we’ve both suffered and celebrated during this year 100% correct, including the defeat of Trump and the pathetic fizzling end-stage of the Brexit trade negotiations.
Also, I did predict the end of the world, but that’s taking a bit longer and I’ll allow myself a ‘correct’ on that as it is obviously well on the way, although I had gone for a extinction level astronomical event and it being more sudden.
Still, happy to be only technically wrong on that so far.
Sadly, as this blog did not exist at this point last year, you won’t have read the predictions I made for 2020 and, equally sadly, I never wrote them down either, so you’ll just have to take my word for it, which is of course as good and true as the paper it wasn’t written on.
It’s time to take stock of where the blog is and how it’s doing now as well, so my in-depth analysis of the progress of the Scribblans blog follows. This is of course deeply insignificant to anyone else, but it seems a good point at which to shove a skewer in to see how well it’s done.
| Followers: 90 | Of which are real people who have actually read a post: Unknown |
| Views: 2,653 | Of which were real people who then buggered off scared: Unknown |
| Likes: 1,126 | Of which were real people who genuinely liked the post: Unknown |
| Posts: 127 | Of which were unplanned and spontaneous rubbish: 127 |
| Words: 39,928 | Of which were real words: Unknown |
| Days since creation: 227 | Of which were spent eating biscuits, reading, writing, walking the dog and generally wishing the virus and the rabidly babbling and incompetent wing of the Conservative party would sod off now: 227 |
As you can see, the blog is going well. My thanks to commenters who had obviously got to the comments box at the end of the post without leaving and brightened my day, by giving me a chance to be rude to other people apart from Mrs S for a change.
2021 Predictions
Predictions are a notoriously difficult thing to get 100% correct, although as we have learned–with a small allowance for a tiny virus instead of a huge asteroid–I did successfully do it last year.
Given that fact, that you will probably now be keen to read my predictions for 2021.
Unfortunately, just at this moment, I can’t seem to find the bit of paper I wrote them down on but, if memory serves, it only went up to March anyway, as the previously predicted and now late extinction level event comes quite early in the year.
Obviously this is a bit sad, if I am as correct as usual, but it does give you the opportunity to perhaps have an extra biscuit with every cup of tea in the New Year, given that any weight increase because of this naughtiness will be completely wiped out in a few months and your atoms will just be dispersed back in to the universe’s collection of them, albeit slightly mixed up from how they are now.
But, looking on the bright side, the heat death of the Universe won’t be for ages yet.
Anyway, do have a Happy New Year, and try not to think too far ahead as it will only worry you. Remember, live in the moment. Until March.
PS: If you are shocked at any lack of optimism in Britain and are a Twitter user, I’ll point you in the direction of this thread by Russ…
Thank you for visiting Scribblans today. Sorry it probably wasn’t very good this time.
Did you know, if you share this post on your social media, it might have the effect of making you feel better? About everything?
Yes it could. Well, try it if you don’t believe me then.
First Like of the New Year! I feel entitled to at least a biscuit.
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Yes. Unfortunately GMT has rendered your like as the last one of 2020 up on this end of the ball. Never mind, that’s still a milestone of sorts.
And you can still have the biscuit.
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That was the only one of these retrospectives I actually wanted to read – and it did not disappoint. I try not to think more than a couple weeks ahead, but thanks to you I can now look forward to March. So many intelligent species will benefit from our demise… if they survive it. Cheers!
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No survivors unfortunately. Although looking at it another way, it’ll all survive, in a particle physics kind of way, just spread over a wider area than before. Quite a few light years wider probably. Anyway, have a nice next few weeks.
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Is it already New Year? I feel like it was only Christmas Day 2019 a few days ago. Now, what’s been going on while I slept for the last 12 months? I was hoping your predictions would have informed me.
I like the new theme of your blog. Would you be as kind enough to share which theme it is, please? There’s a biscuit in it for you.
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The theme is Rowling. It’s so very nearly everything I wanted but not quite (no ‘featured content’, no header image, no post excerpts on the front page grid, just title and pic…) So currently dithering over a couple of alternatives that cost… but that’s OK, because where we’re going, we won’t need money for anything, so blow it all now I reckon.
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Thank you. What’s the saying? ‘Live every day like it’s your last.’
I’ll check it out next time I do a ‘theme’ change. Maybe in April (if we get there).
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Yep, that saying’s fine until it’s bin day tomorrow morning… Live for the moment, miss the bin men, because you weren’t going to bother with putting the bins out last night while you were living for the moment yesterday, eh?
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Oh, I don’t know. I’d be lost without the lovely bin men. I always give them a wave when I see them. I usually get a ‘honk, honk.’ back. 😁
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Well that’s just ruined my birthday plans for April. And to be fair I wasn’t that optimistic about 2021 anyway, but I had at least expected a slice of cake on my birthday. The fact that you have given me license to have cake every day until the inevitable day of reckoning is a small comfort though.
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Getting older is not recommended anyway, so as someone apparently said, die young, leave a beautiful corpse. Or in your case, a fancily iced one perhaps.
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Rather hoping your December 2021 roundup will be lots of umble pie.
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If only I could find that bit of paper I wrote it all down on. Perhaps it’ll turn up by then.
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China only has 3.3 deaths per million?
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. And you believe them?
The one thing about numbers when it comes to certain countries, is that you can’t trust them. In India, when they report of an earthquake or a train crash and tell you 23 people perished. Just add possibly two zeros to that. Same thing in China. And, now it seems, in Florida. Damn republicans.
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Yes, must be difficult to bring yourself to trust any country’s figures, especially after living in a country where all its federal agencies have been muzzled and neutered and similarly turned into Government propaganda departments for four years.
I mean, that’s almost a Chinese or Russian type of behaviour, isn’t it?
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Scarry, aint it?
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World meet handbasket–you’re in hell. Lol, sorry, I’m trying to be optimistic but the hands on the human construct moved forward and nothing especially good happened. At least not yet, but here’s hoping!
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Well, there’s not long left either way, so best have that corkscrew working hard. 😉
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If time’s a ticking, screw tops are the ticket😁
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Ah, I see… more a consumer than a buff.
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Consumer during the week, buff on weekends 😉
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